Merch. For this thy scorn I will pursue
That son of thine to death.
Old Mer. Do, and when you ha kill'd him,
Give him flowers i'now Palmer, give him flowers i'now,
Give him red and white, and blue, green, and yellow.
Merch. I'll fetch my Daughter.
Old Mer. I'll hear no more o' your Daughter, it spoils my mirth.
Merch. I say I'll fetch my Daughter.
Old Mer. Was never man for Ladies sake, down, down,
Tormented as I [poore] Sir Guy? de derry down,
For Lucies sake, that Lady bright, down, down,
As ever men beheld with eye? de derry down.
Merch. I'll be reveng'd by heaven. [Exeunt. Finis Act. Secund.
Musick.
Wife. How dost thou like this George?